oh darling get me drunk, invite me in

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Going home is surprisingly a relief to Danta as well, the Maverick feeling parts of himself relax that he didn't realise were tense as he continues to wend his way through the trees and deeper into the woods. Freeing himself of the mask and tying it around the clasp of his cape so it hangs jauntily against the fabric as they walk, his laughter is all wicked delight as he gazes up at Asta through kohl-lined eyes.

"If you want to chase me, you only have to ask," he says with a fanged grin. "Run off some of that pent-up energy, you know?" Winking and leaning up, he pauses in their walk to nuzzle against the other man's cheek. "I hope you know it doesn't matter to me how tight your grip is on your self-control. I'm hardly one to talk when it comes to behaving myself."

He knows that sort of thing is important to Asta, though, and so here they are. "Oh? Are we going to be waltzing our way into Deepfrost now?" he wonders through a laugh. "I'm not going to complain, not now that I know how."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

There’s a certain way that the moonlight reflects against the other Ancient’s blonde hair, muting it into a warm silver that’s striking against the look from those bright blues surrounded in kohl, allowing them to pop that much more. It distracts him momentarily from the thought of chasing him down, despite the wicked gleam that flickers in his gaze. Asta’s own, in the low light, harbor zero honeyed warmth. Black by the darkness of the night and the shadows they walk along, he can’t help but to stutter his step to nuzzle his head back in. “I do know that, darling.” He hums softly, genuinely, feeling as though he can finally take a full breath now that it was just them in the woods on their own. It was something he cared about solely, even if the amount of caring was far less this season. He knows he'll think about it constantly once this feeling is brought back down from a ten.

He’s still contemplating whether or not to chase his lover through the woods or simply stay wrapped up against him to drown in the moonlit sea of his gaze when the laughter reaches him and his smile twists brighter and sharper for it. “Perhaps, you give me an inch and I shall take a mile.” He hums in a whispered sing-song tone before it breaks into his own warm laughter.

Though he quiets, as though the brief sugar high is beginning to fade from his veins. “Did you enjoy your break to talk to people?” He asks after a moment, leaning in to press his cheek to the Maverick’s temple briefly for another refreshing point of contact.

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Good," Danta hums, smiling as he gazes into the warm, endless black of the butcher's gaze, and as Asta leans in he reaches up to absently fuss at the other man's dark hair now that he's removed his mask. "Oh, don't I know it," he says through a chuckle. "You and your deals always made sure you came out on top." Turning his head to press a kiss to Asta's cheek, and another to the corner of his mouth, it feels right to stand here alone in a way he'd never expected it might, and he offers little more than a shrug at his question.

"I did, but not as much as I enjoyed coming back to you," he admits. "Maybe I'm just used to it this season. Of all the ways I hate to be pinned down, but here I am chasing after you just as much as you chase me." Laughing under his breath, his arms slip around Asta properly at last so he might lean in for a kiss, slow but no less passionate for it.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

Leaning into the fussing of his dark hair, the butcher flashes a knowing grin down at his lover, his horned head tilting slightly to accept the press of a kiss to his cheek then to the opposite corner of his mouth. “Of course they did.” He hums as though it was a no-brainer. “I have no other place to be but top.” He hums in a tone that drops, suggestive and playful as they face each other and still under the glow of the moonlight, of the way it plays against the sharp, terribly handsome panes of his lover’s face.

His smile twitches with the admission, his arms slipping up more fully to wind around Danta in turn, sweeping gentle strokes across his spine and shoulder blades underneath the half cape. “I do not think you have been hating much of my pinning you down this season.” He whispers quietly against his lips before he surrenders to the kiss.

And maybe it’s part of the season or the fact that he has Danta here in the dark quiet of the Greatwood, but the butcher’s arms tighten, the kiss grows deeper and consuming in all the ways that might suggest he’s attempting to burn this image into his mind.

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Mm, I know that all too well - especially this season," Danta says in a soft, wicked voice wrapped in a smile, fingers stroking down the length of the other man's back beneath the heavy chain of his cloak, relishing the heat of his skin and the way it makes the metal warm against the backs of his hands. "Luckily for you, I'm a very flexible person." In every single way that matters, Asta has likely found. "And no, I certainly have not minded."

Humming audible approval against Asta's lips, Danta presses flush against the butcher as he's clutched closer; his hands are trapped beneath the chain so he can't tangle his fingers in his hair as he'd like, but already the prospect of being pinned down all over again is sounding very good indeed. "Still want to chase me through the woods?" He purrs. "Or is this enough?"

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

He might have gotten tired of saying this season however many times they have so far, but when it runs results like this, the butcher can’t find it in him to complain. Not as he feels the sweeping, warm motions of his lover’s hands up his back and against the gnarled scar tissue, warmed by the chains that are still linked around his neck. “I am the luckiest, indeed.” Comes the purred response, the way he leans in to press into the kiss.

He presses flush against him and Asta’s arms cage him in easier, feeling the pulse and breaths of his chest rising and falling for the moments that they can catch enough to prolong it out. Such that he pants briefly against Danta’s lips as the purred question reaches him, nosing his way into pressing a series of kisses to each corner of his mouth, to brush his nose against the Maverick’s gently. “I do not intend to let you go any time soon.” He purrs back, pulling back enough to reach up and undo the tied brace that keeps the chain cape around his shoulders.

It falls in a clink against the ground in a pool of metal, molten in the moonlight. And it frees him up enough to press back in for another kiss, dragging his hands along his sides up to the half cape he wears in order to untie it and slip it off as well.

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Smiling as they part, head tilting just ever so slightly to enjoy the kisses planted at the corners of his mouth, Danta lets out a sigh of near relief to hear Asta confirm that there will be no running or chasing, pressing himself all the closer to him in response. "Gods, I was hoping you'd say that," he purrs, and as the soft clink of metal hitting the ground reaches his ears, he suddenly finds his hands free to wander.

Which they do without preamble, tangling in the back of Asta's hair even as he twists to let the other man free him of his cape. It hits the forest floor as well, and with the sudden freedom of movement afforded to them, Danta can't stop himself from tugging the butcher with him, aiming to catch him in another kiss and simultaneously find a tree to lean himself up against.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

Smirking as Danta presses closer to him in response, the butcher’s head tilts back a touch the second he feels warm fingers find the nape of his neck, tangling in the dark hair that’s still so carefully arranged in sweeping layers. He presses into the kiss he claims and works expertly to remove the cape from Danta’s shoulders, content to leave it along the forest floor with his own chained shroud.

He doesn’t have to be convinced to follow the blonde as he’s tugged, parting only briefly to catch a few breaths before Danta’s claiming his lips in another devouring kiss. The butcher takes control here, humming a low sound of approval as he guides him back until the cool bark of a tree greets the Maverick’s back. His hands move, immediately sweeping down Danta’s sides to his hips, hooking his thumbs into the other Ancient’s pants as his tail sweeps forward to wrap around his leg, all while his kisses grow deeper with all the pent up possessiveness the butcher has harbored this season.

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Huffing out a breath as his back meets the tree, Danta's fingers tighten in Asta's hair to feel the other man's hands drag down his sides, setting every part of him aflame with his touch. He arches into it subconsciously, silently begging the butcher to strip him of his clothes right here and now - which, let's be honest, wouldn't even be for the first time here in the Greatwood.

But then his mouth is on his lips once again, Danta moaning softly and relishing every possessive touch, every claiming kiss. It's deliberate, the way he keeps himself glamoured, as if to act the prey to Asta's predator here in the depths of the forest. "How do you want me?" he whispers in the fraction of space between them when, at last, they part for a second.

"Against this tree? On my knees? Or shall I ride you until the feel of you makes me come undone?"

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

Feeling the arch of his back, his fingers stretch out to sweep into the small space made there, blunt fingertips curling against the other man’s smooth, scarred skin. It’s enough that the butcher fully succumbs to that primal instinct within him, blooming the fire of desire deep into his bones. They part for breath yet again and the dark of his gaze is made fully black with desire, panting into the space as he notes the loss of horns still, left to admire the simplicity of Danta’s appearance and the silver spun strands of his traditionally golden hair.

Each suggestion sparks more of a flush to bloom across the butcher’s olive skin, a heat that sparks to the arousal that Danta would very much be able to feel with how pressed he is against him. “Mm, well, considering we have already done this once this season…” He trails off, the clicking of his tongue a playful indicator to suggest he’s thinking of all of the options laid out in detail before he decides on one.

Like his decision wasn’t already made the second it dropped from Danta’s lips.

“The latter sounds particularly appealing.” He purrs before he’s in motion again, hands sweeping to the front of the Maverick’s pants to undo the lacing, to finally strip him of the rest of his clothes.

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Danta absolutely can feel the arousal building between them, and gods it's like he's been hanging on by a thread all night in the butcher's presence, just waiting for this. Waiting until they don't have to pretend to be anything other than what they are, until Asta can shrug off the mantle of civility and have and take until he's satisfied. "Far be it for me to deny you, then," he whispers, nipping gently at the other man's lower lip.

Shifting to assist as best he can as Asta helps to free him from his pants, Danta's hands are greedy to unbuckle his lover's belt, to slip it out of its loops and discard it. He kicks off his shoes and his pants as soon as he's able, surging in again for a suddenly desperate kiss, tongue saying everything his words can't. Moaning against Asta's lips, he ferries them backwards as if to encourage the butcher to find somewhere halfway comfortable before Danta settles for right here, right now.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

Civility is lost the further they drift from the party, the further they delve into this quiet part of the woods. He’s left the cloak of manners and ease back where the silver chainmail cape is left in a pile, with only one focus on the forefront of his mind. He hums a quiet and airy laugh to feel Danta’s teeth bite into the flesh of his lower lip, his smile sharpening into a smug smirk of arrogance.

Slipping him out of his clothes proves easy, though it isn’t as if Danta exactly makes it hard. The clothes are left in a pile and before Asta has a chance to slip his hands toward himself to free him of the rest of his own, he’s stepping out of his shoes when Danta surges in for a kiss, desperate and wanting and gods does Asta provide. He surges back into it as if he’s water and Asta’s been living through a drought, needy and possessive and ultimately greedy.

Ferried backwards just after slipping out of his own clothes, one of Asta’s hands threads through the silver of Danta’s hair while the other drops to his hip, steadying even as his tail sweeps out behind him as if in search for a space they can make this little fantasy a reality. Though, not given much of a choice, the second he feels the change of slightly plush moss, Danta’s insistence grows and they’re dropping. He tugs Danta with him as he sinks down with a grunt, back close to the thick trunk of a smooth tree, but enough for purchase should either of them need it. He breaks the kiss to nose his lips against Danta's cheekbone, a certain smugness to his voice when he purrs a "this should do nicely."

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Danta is making something hard, and he can very much assure the same about Asta, the Maverick resisting the urge to drag them back and pin them together if only so he doesn't have to stretch his fraying patience any further. Gasping in a breath as the other man finally breaks their kiss, he's tugged all too willingly down onto the blanket of moss, sitting astride the butcher and reaching out to steady himself with one hand on his shoulder.

"Anywhere would have done nicely if we'd waited even a minute more," he assures him, voice little more than a rough whisper. Stealing a kiss from the corner of his mouth, Danta reaches between them to wrap firm fingers around Asta's cock, squeezing and arching himself forward. "Gods, I want you," he whispers against his lover's lips, guiding the other man against him before slowly - so slowly - sinking down onto his length.

Failing to entirely bite back his moan of pleasure, Danta's fingers flinch against the scars on Asta's shoulder, resisting the urge to dig his nails into his back.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...

The Maverick is a master at his craft, honestly. The way that he moves along with Asta but also keeps him in that semblance of control. Even as he backs up to the plush feeling of the moss on the rock beneath his feet. It takes hardly any time to sink down into it, tugging Danta along with him as he braces himself. He’s panting already, need and desire blooming in his chest with the rushing force of a volcano erupting.

“Far be it for me to complain either way, darling.” He purrs, smirking as he leans back a touch, right when Danta snags his cock. A low growl passes by his lips, his length throbbing already in the short amount of time that Danta pitches himself forward. The butcher’s hands are already smoothing against his thighs, sweeping up along his hips, nose bumping against his lover’s own as the tug of a smile pulls onto his face. “I want you more.” Giving him his all, the words escape him with an indulgent gruff moan, low and musical for Danta’s ears only.

It pairs with Danta’s own moan that hits his ears, and without giving much of a chance to steady themselves, the butcher’s back presses into the nails threatening to leave marks behind as he rocks his hips up, flooded with heat and warmth and desire in red patches that spread across his moonlit skin. “Gods, you feel good.”

Astaroth

will you sink down to me?